Mercury or Silver

Here I find myself Standing under a separate sky There is nothing solid for my toes to grasp. One should be gregarious, Yet I feel at peace here alone. For this life is like liquefied silver It is pure, But easily marred The softest rain falls, and the sky begins to quiver. I wake to the Earth I see mercury, not silver Poverty, rape, insecurity, and racism. I will help the rain to fall here, Because a unified struggle is of equal worth.

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